She Says

February 13, 2010 by Ryan Keith Johnson  
Published in Motherhood

This is a short story about my grandmother that passed away. Real life events, based on a true story. My grandmother was like my second mother who took care of me and my sisters when I was young. Like all grandmothers she was special and difficult to let go.

She Says 

 

            Barber placed his hand into his grandmother’s cold clammy hand.  Grandma was sleeping in her bed just as she had for the past ten years.  His stomach filled with butterflies not knowing the slightest way to begin.  Her subtle breathing and her eyes closed revealed that she was in another world.  Barber pretended that she was wide awake and listening as he leaned closer to her, “hi grandma how you doing today?”

            There was no answer. Her condition hadn’t changed for the past four months and the phone call from the nursing home urged him to see her today.  Barber looked outside to see the autumn leaves fall to the ground .  It was cold outside more than any other day, but maybe it was the sign that he dreaded as a child.  He rested his head on grandma’s warm chest and heard her heart beat. Then slowly lifted his head  as he wiped his eyes.

“I’m so happy to see you today,” he gasped as the tears rose from his eyes. “There is so much I want to say to you I don’t know where to begin,” he choke in a laugh as he wiped his eyes.  “My mom, dad and sister got to visit Paris with my sister as a field trip the school set up. She’s having the time of her life, but she’s thinking of you. Caroline finished her Floral Design and has a certificate. May is almost finished with Ninth Grade and will be starting tenth grade.” Barber buried his face into her chest and put his arm on her shoulder.  “Your very special to me grandma I want you to know that.  You were always there for me, my sisters, and especially my mother,” his voice trembled as a crack revealed on his crown filled him with glorious memories. One of which gave him pleasure to relive in such a wonderful memory. It filled his soul like a picture of water pouring into a flower bed filled with roses. It was this memory that unfolded in such flashbacks.  

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